Fridge Magnet

In my memoir writing, I wrote about a trip to San Francisco in 1967, the Summer of Love. It includes a visit to the center of it all, the Haight-Ashbury district. Our parents drove us there to check out all the hubbub. It felt like a trip to the zoo, as in, “Let’s look at these species.” I almost expected my parents to implore us kids, “Please Don’t Feed the Hippies.”

It was fun to be there in 1967, the Summer of Love.